Asylum from Venezuela’s Instability, Had No Criminal Record
I fled a Country made of Storm—
Where Bread became a Prayer—
And Nights were stitched with Sirens’ Thread
That only Fear could wear—
My Name was clean as Morning’s Hand
When it unties the Dew—
No Shadow followed at my Heel
No Crime my Breath once knew—
The Streets forgot their Gentle ways
The Law forgot my Face—
And Hunger learned to speak in Guns
Where Children asked for Grace—
So I escaped the Trembling Door
Where Hope was priced in Gold—
And crossed the Map with nothing but
A Heart that would not fold—
O Liberty—if Thou be real—
Then open wide Thy Gate—
For Innocence is Homeless now
And knocks—before too late.
Ink with all our thoughts compressed
One hand
Four marks
A dream
Words spoken from a mouth once pure
A desire
A hope
To be seen
Our Earth orbits a plasmic star
Yet we pray
We love
We bleed
We love with values unlike one another
We make those choices despite one another
We hold the hands of massive mistakes
In stability
and instability
We’re seen
Sometimes I am on a high
Other times on a low
I never know what personality i will show.
Some days I don't know what's happening to me
I don't feel myself but what could this feeling be ?
Iv searched for so long
It's really draining for me
Trying to find answers for this iratic side of me
I feel bat sh*t crazy
This effects me a lot
My days can be hazy
My nerves become shot.
But when I am good
I am high like the sky,
Life feels amazing,
I chat to everyone passing by
Next day I could wake
Feeling so gloom
It makes me feel like the elephant in the room.
So many sides of me
It can be tough to relate
Who am I?
What's happening?
Why am I in such a state
This isn't me nor who I want to be
I just want to be normal
Like I felt I used to be.
hasten feat —
the shortcut, worthwhile?
pay the price,
when you fall…
instead clear the land, plant seeds —
narrow way succeeds
1/23/2022
1.Low trust uncertainty as
enduring is foolish.
2.Wealth resembles crowd for
a village show.
3.Wealth fluctuates if received
commit righteousness instantly.
4.Wise knows days are
life reducing saws.
5.Better commit goodness before
hiccup of death.
6.World possess,one was
Yesterday,today dead.
7.Fools unrealise life, think
waste above crore-times.
8.Soul,body relation as
flying-birds leaving egg-shell.
9. Death as sleeping, birth
as waking up.
10.For soul in body
seems unworthy place!
…………………………………
Dedicated to Thiruvalluvar(31B.C), the author in Tamil
Translated by S.Kandasamy, MUSIRI, TAMILNADU, INDIA
Published in poetrysoup.com on 15-12-13
Disadvantages
Inadequate provisions
Yet substantial waste!
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